Short Folder Poems

Ladies
Maybes. 

Older
Folder. 

Menswear
I wear. 

Food good 
In mood....

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everyday they come our way
they pass by
it catch your eye
some have  folder
not mabe
MOTHER BAY AND STROLLER...

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I love my spam folder
as I grow older
for those who send
are not my friend!

So THANKS for saving me
from bankrupt destiny!...

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i was young and dumb
i say this with a thump
i love rum
and a good fruit plump
no longer  am i a folder
an
OLDER AND BOLDER...

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they love money
its there honey
they like the race track
thats a fact
and a money stack
the win with a grim
and a money folder
those
HIGH ROLLER...

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there a bright light
dress in white
and you see the sight
its and angel
from the manger
on your shoulder
its  in a folder
with good stuff
just
LOOK UP...

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Belt Out Poems

Out more poems again, I did belt;
Done painlessly without any welt;
Opened folder,
And grew older;
Much emotion in poems was felt.

Jim Horn...

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Scam 
Fake
Con artist
She. .....he
He.....she
Someone
Something
Robber
Thieves
Use, abuse, misuse me,you and others
Strike before we STRIKE
Hello trash folder...

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in your accordion pleated folder
you file me away
like just another bill
you have extra days to pay

watch out for the late fees
if the check isn't mailed on time
it can cost you plenty
but it is a victimless crime...

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I
My wife folds the towels.
She is the correct folder
as opposed to me.

                 II
I have learned many
ways of folding towels poorly
over porous years.

                III
The other folders
would not agree about much
except about me....

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Came Corona
Not all to kill
Healing 
To feeling good 
As well 

Taught
All these Doctors giving an oath 
To serve all Men
To save all Men and Women 

What’s the word
Correct,
Peculiar,
Strange,
Mysterious,
Breach or break,
If not
Unbecoming?

To rename to save in my folder
The killing of a patient Corona
A Doctor
In today’s NEWS...

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Listen to poem:

Irrational Numbers
David J Walker

There is nothing so opaque 
as the past

one day or one million cast 
into a single ambiguous folder 

	    	older than the
order of the Universe
smaller than the molecule 

you cannot see but
you seem to remember
on some primal level

within its remains 
the arcane names 
                 spelt 
in irrational numbers...

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I was told to enter
one column of figures
into another folder
                                       and so on.

After a few weeks I ran out of numbers.

I sought a supervisor
                for guidance,

she just kept repeating:
is there a problem,
  is there a problem,
    is there a problem?

I will never forget the look of fear
               on her face....

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I flipped the drawing
In the plastic drawer.
Its back facing forwards.
No longer will it be what I’m seeing.

I tore the drawing
From the blank wall.
Its laying downwards.
No longer will it be what I’m hoping.

I scrapped the drawings
In the digital folder.
Its all hidden away.
No longer will they be seen.

I erased the drawings
In the vault within my mind.
Its inspiring creativity locked away.
No longer will they be....

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M-ay thirtieth early morn 
A-ims to wake you up; 
R-ise of the sun begins, 
C-hill and raindrops stop. 
I-t's a rare opportunity, 
A-n acrostic is composed; 
L-et both your eyes open, as the warm light glows. 

A-nother chance is given, 
S-o you can understand; 
U-se your mind and heart, 
N-ot only the touch of your hand. 
C-opy what I have written 
I-n the link, then paste; 
O-pen another new folder, 
N-o time to waste....

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where chambered feelings once were kept
levied love that now breaks through
overflowing and forming a pool
in the depths of my soul

where thoughts and dreams from my heart are swept
from an accordion folder in my mind's depths
memories painted on blue sky canvass
without a cloud in sight

where love flows inward over sandy shores
gregariously, we allow for more
a Crescent moon shines from above
a blanket of stars to catch my fall...

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I went to the pond to catch a frog
I made a mistake and caught a hog

I went to the forest to find a mushroom
I made a mistake and found a vacuum

I went to the market for meat to grind
I made a mistake and got a watermelon rind

I went to the mall to buy an ant farm 
I made a mistake and bought a barn

I went to school with a folder
I made a mistake and came home with a boulder

I went upstairs to fetch a table
I made a mistake and came down with this fable...

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walked away from the sun,
and into my life,
im sick and tired of all you put me through,
im sick and tired of your childish games,
and im tired of your foolish lies,
when you talk,
i bleed inside,
i hate your disgusting thoughts,
in you stupidity flows,
your the devil,
and me your victim of evil plans,
i hate you,
why cant you understand,
you put me through hell,
everytime i find happiness,
your the devil,
and me a poor soldier,
wrap all the papers,
and put it in a folder,
case closed!...

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